The Surgeon and the Bartender

"The walk of shame is exactly what it sounds like. You wake up not knowing where you are, squint over at a guy who was much more attractive five shots in, and begin the process of locating the emergency exits.

You slide out of bed as quiet as possible, desperate not to wake up the sleeping man-child beside you, and do a quick room search to locate your clothes. Once you've found your bra and well, who needs panties? They only really slow you down. You leave the guy's residence and pray that the twelve percent battery life on your phone holds out long enough for you to open your google maps and figure out where the hell you've gotten yourself this time.

At least that's usually how my one night stands go. Now that I think about it, it sounds pretty pathetic. Not at all where I thought I would be at twenty-five."